ON SALE NOW
Becoming the head honcho of his family in 2008, TJ knew he had
inherited the derelict manor. It was nothing more than a pile of
old stones, as far as he was concerned. It had been in the family
for centuries, but he had never thought to question why. Only now
was he to find out.
Danny looked up, devilishly grinning. “It isn’t the stones that
need looking after, is it, dad?”
“It’s not? What do you look after, then?”
don’t know?” He stared at me in disbelief.
Feeling a mountain more than a little foolish, I tried to excuse
my ignorance by saying, “No, no one’s ever told me.”
“It’s the residents, of course.”
residents? How’s it got any residents? The bloody place fell down
over a hundred years ago. Well, most of it did. I know it’s in too
bad a condition for us to sell.”
told you that?”
“I’ve seen it.”
who said we couldn’t sell it because of its condition?”
don’t know. I just presumed, I suppose.”
“It’s prime development land, dad. The council, in league with a
conglomerate, is eager to get a housing estate built there.
They’ve been pestering for years. Gran turned down an offer of two
million for it only a few months ago.”
“What!” exploded from my mouth.
she suffered a fit of madness in her old age? You don’t go turning
down two million quid for a pile of old stones!
“It’s not that we can’t sell it, dad. We could easily make a lot
of money. It’s more we mustn’t.”